Colonial Suit

“Tear apart?”

Blood瞳 muttered, his eyes filled with confusion. In Dirk's erratic words, he seemed to see a ghost crawling out of the abyss, spreading its shadow across the entire universe. The starry sky dimmed under its shadow, and planets lost their vitality. The stars were no longer bright, and civilizations were extinguished one by one.

Light was replaced by darkness... life was devoured by death. Was this the future Dirk was talking about?

However, what did this have to do with him?

Blood瞳 believed that Dirk would not lie to him. But he knew very well that he was not Diabolos. He didn't have the urge to destroy everything, nor did he have the ability. He was Blood瞳, the one from the bottom of the X35 apocalypse, who had been struggling to survive. Although he was indifferent and difficult to approach, he loved life more than anyone else. He liked nature. He had companions, a territory, and countless people who depended on him for survival. He couldn't destroy anything, and he didn't want to change anything.

He just wanted a place to settle down and live a good life.

No disturbances, no battles, plenty of food and water, enough security, and it would be even better if he had companions by his side.

This was Blood瞳's dream, small and big.

So no matter what Dirk said, Blood瞳 regarded it as if he was talking about another person, a creature unrelated to him.

“That's not me,” Blood瞳 said, his expression returning to calm.

Opposite him, Dirk quietly looked at him. “Are you saying that you will not exercise the will of the abyss?”

“I said, that's not me. So I don't need to exercise any will. I am me, my will only represents myself,” Blood瞳 repeated again, but his tone was heavier and more forceful. His eyes were bright, and the confusion just now dissipated like dark clouds, revealing the sharp edge behind them.

Looking at Dirk in front of him, he said, word by word, “I just want to live. To live a good life. If you need a god... or a monster who can destroy everything, I can only say that you have chosen the wrong person.”

Blood瞳 said decisively, but his feet were rooted to the ground, and he didn't move a step.

He was no longer the naive Blood瞳 he used to be. From Bo Ya, he knew that he would be the source of disaster, so he needed power. Even if it was power that didn't belong to him. Denying Dirk was one thing, whether or not to accept the test was another.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and unknowingly, Wright next to him held his breath, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. But at this moment, he surprisingly discovered a fact, that even in such terrible oppression, Blood瞳 still maintained his initial calmness and talked with Dirk eloquently.

He was not affected by Dirk's aura at all, placing himself on an equal footing?

Wright's eyes widened instantly, a flash of disbelief in his eyes.

He had never seen anyone who could talk to Dirk on such equal terms. In fact, even in the distant era of great chaos, the number of people who could maintain an equal posture with Dirk would not exceed five. And that was in the entire universe.

Because Dirk was the Pluto. The one and only in the entire universe, the Pluto that all advanced civilizations feared! And his existence was equal to the River Styx. No one could remain calm in the face of the aura of the River Styx. Even the former King of Krodir expressed caution.

How did Blood瞳 do it? Could it be that he couldn't feel the ubiquitous, eternal aura of the River Styx?

Wright didn't know, but he saw that Dirk was not surprised at all, as if he had known that Blood瞳 would be like this.

Watching Blood瞳 talk eloquently, his gaze became more and more gentle, and finally even revealed a hint of appreciation.

That's right... an unyielding soul. Only in this way can the will of Diabolos be reflected. But you can resist, you can struggle, but you cannot stop Diabolos's footsteps. Because this universe is its prey. Whether you are willing to do it or not, as long as you exist for one day, the rules of the universe will loosen for one day, and eventually it will collapse and disintegrate. All civilizations that rely on the current rules will swallow the bitter fruit they brewed themselves. Paying the price for the initial recklessness.

This is fate. Cannot be changed by will.

Dirk thought silently, but said, “Whether we chose the wrong object is not important, what is important is that you came.”

“Embarking on this path of the honored king.”

“Can I choose to give up?” Blood瞳 raised his eyebrows and asked seriously.

“Of course you can.” Dirk waved his hand indifferently. “You can leave at any time. Just pretend you've never been here. But there is one thing I must remind you, that is, you may not come a second time. Because just as you and I are talking, I have already felt Lesterro's life entering its end, and Bo Ya has also encountered some trouble. I think, maybe today, maybe in the next moment, the planet under your feet will end its life. And we will no longer have the meaning of existence.”

Speaking of this, Dirk didn't bother to look at Blood瞳 again, and actually turned around and walked towards the altar, and picked up the paintbrush again.

He actually didn't care whether Blood瞳 accepted the inheritance?

Blood瞳 was immediately stunned.

Since he came into contact with Krodir, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. In previous contacts, whether it was Leia, Shadow, or Lesterro, they had various tests, but the ultimate goal was to guide Blood瞳 towards the inheritance of Krodir. Only Dirk, not only did not guide, but did not care at all.

Not disguise, not playing hard to get, but really didn't care.

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As the most powerful Pluto of Krodir, Dirk had no sense of responsibility?

This was too different from the Krodir powerhouses Blood瞳 had come into contact with in the past. Making him unable to get used to it for a while, he was stunned.

However, how firm was Blood瞳's will? He woke up in just an instant and said seriously, “Actually, I can't refuse, because I need power.”

“Everyone needs power, but only when you get it will you find that it is not as beautiful as you imagined,” Dirk's paintbrush stopped, and he said sadly.

At this time, the prototype of a woman had already appeared on the canvas in front of him, with simple lines, but full of holiness and detachment.

Dirk silently looked at the woman on the canvas, and sighed after a long time.

“Since you don't choose to give up, then pass through here. I don't know if this is good or bad for you, and I don't want you to bear the responsibility of Krodir. But I only hope that when you remember one day, your appearance once consumed a civilization. Hundreds of millions of lives.”

“That's all.”

Dirk didn't continue, just waved his hand, driving Blood瞳 away like chasing away flies.

On the altar, he silently looked at the canvas in front of him. His fingers gently stroked the face of the woman in the painting.

“Actually, it's two civilizations…”

“Becoming a sacrifice to Diabolos.”